womp

I'm upstairs in my childhood home, texting with my high school friend K on a device like a big gameboy. She suddenly starts writing pages and pages, and then the doorbell rings. We don't have a doorbell, but I say "I'll go check anyway."

Outside, on the front stoop, is a bunch of stuff belonging to my mom and an old passport. Where the photo should be is half of a small oil painting of a face. I know this stuff shouldn't be outside, and I bring it in. I close the front door and lean on it. This just doesn't seem right, so I attempt the finger count RC. I'm having problems counting, so I use the fingers of my right hand to pinch each finger on the left as I count. There are six.

My first feeling is one of relief and excitement. Then I experience a kind of "whooshing" sensation. Whereas a few seconds ago I had been certain everything going on was totally real, the world has now lost a lot of its stability. Or is it that I just didn't notice it before?

I decide to skip explicit stabilization (again forgetting to ask out loud for more stability) and head into the kitchen to summon beer and a burger for my lucid goal. I want the (non-existent) Flying Dog "Island Peach" IPA from my last dream, and try to get it from the fridge. It's not there, which doesn't surprise me as it was in the ice tray of the freezer last time. I try in there, although without giving too much time to the summon as I think I'm trying to rush.

Sure enough, there's a beer in the ice tray, but it's not a Flying Dog. The label is clear with small white letters and the beer is slightly too yellowish. I figure it's a Corona, and try to rotate the bottle to see the logo. However, the small white letters (like ingredients or bottling info) continue all the way around the label. I do see what I believe is the Corona logo, but it's small. After a couple more seconds of investigating the label, I wake up.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid